"Well, that is one of our specialties," Finnick admits, almost reluctant. He's tense now that Jean-Claude has come closer, subtly looking around for places he could make a door and leave. There are still guards near the entrance to the club, a few people milling around, but they're just out of earshot.

He keeps talking. That's one of his personal specialties after all. "You came here with a friend, I assume."